Oh she hit really hard. Even for a girl and he'd likely be sore in the morning, but he suffered her abuse, knowing now he could get a rise out of her. He would feel a little bad, maybe later. But for now in the adrenaline of the moment, he was content to simply run.
He held the spear in one hand and ran along behind her as Valkier looked on through the dark. He was the son of Vuldur, the very hunter that pounded his worthlessness into him, and Thoronir only knew what kind of things he would say if he caught Bynhalla and he out here in the trees.